My wife is disabled. Much of the time, there isn't enough space between the pain and drugged insensibility for loving sex. This blog is a diary of our journey. Or just a place to shout. This will not likely entertain you. For that, see my links.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Why do I torture myself?

Why do I do it? Why do I constantly go read sites like the Pixie at Play blog, or the Summer Camp novels, or the Whispered Pearls podcast, or anything else that keeps reminding me that other folks out there have healthy, happy, ACTIVEsex lives? Why don't I just turn into a prude and pretend that anyone who's having more fun than I am is sick? I'd probably be a lot happier.

::sigh::

Maybe it's because I want to maintain hope. Maybe I want to experience it vicariously.